In Edward Thompson's heart, Sylvia Thompson was the epitome of perfection.
She was the perfect granddaughter.
The perfect daughter.
The perfect sister.
Sylvia couldn't bear to hear anyone speak ill of her.
After all, she was his only sister.
"So, Borden, you mean this whole thing is not only not our grandmother's fault, but it's Sylvia's fault instead?" How absurd!
Samuel Thompson replied: "Maybe there's fault on both sides."
"In any case, Sylvia absolutely can't be the one at fault!" Edward Thompson looked at Samuel Thompson, "Tell me, Borden, do you even consider Sylvia as your sister?"
This was just too much!
Samuel Thompson nodded, "Of course she's my sister."
Edward Thompson continued: "Then why are you taking our grandmother's side?"
"I'm not taking anyone's side; I'm evaluating this issue from an objective standpoint," Samuel Thompson added: "Nobody's perfect, making mistakes is not a terrible thing. Besides, I never said that it was entirely Sylvia's fault."